After having Betty's pussy for breakfast, I was in the mood to have sex for the rest of the day. Betty seemed to be very relaxed, as I left her in the bed to take a shower.
I was just turning off the shower when she casually walked into the bathroom, excusing herself to use the toilet. With relaxed familiarity, she relieved herself as I toweled off in front of her. Smiling down at her I asked a favor, "Betty, I really don't want to get dressed. Can I spend the day naked?" Betty's warm smile answered without words. And with that, I strolled of to the kitchen to find something to eat.
I was feeling a new sense of excitement, knowing I was going to spend the day naked, and having Betty give me her attention. I soon found a pot of coffee, and a plate of toast, waiting on the kitchen table, apparently Betty had been busy while I was in the shower. Betty soon joined me, and we had our light breakfast. It was surreal to be sitting at the table, across from a very lovely, naked, older woman.
We chatted as if it was the normal thing to do, till Betty excused herself for her morning shower. As she started down the hall, I called out that I was going out to the pool, getting an "ok" in response.
The early morning sun felt wonderful on my bare skin, as did the light breeze. My body tingled with the idea that I was not going to get dressed that day. Strolling around the pool, I took it on myself to clear the pool of leaves, enjoying the effort more so, in the nude. The sensations my body was feeling, put me in a very relaxed state of mind. I became less aware of my nudity, yet very aware of the sensations my flaccid penis gave, swinging about from my efforts. I did have a moment of self-pride, as I knew my manhood was a sight to been seen, when Betty joined me at the pool. And shortly, she did emerge from the house, fresh from her shower, and looking radiant. Her naked form, seemed to glow, from my attention I hoped. Betty did have a towel wrapped around her wet hair, and reaching a lounge chair, used it to sit on. Shaking her head, Betty fluffed her hair into a natural, wild, appearance.
Soon she stretched out and soaked her self in the morning sun. I was in heaven!
We spent several minutes in silence, just soaking in the moment, she on her lounge, and I walking the edge of the pool. I knew I was watching her, and she was watching me, yet it still seemed so teasing. Passing Betty on my way to the other side of the pool, I commented how comfortable she looked.